The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1887-07-07
HE DANCED WITH MA.
Experience of Bswildered Tsndersoot ks
the Rockies.

"Hi yeo, whoop 'em up. Swing yer
pardncrs! First lady lead to the right!
Gent follow suit. Lady in Che center
an three hans round! Ey'Tybody
darce! AlIaman LETT Right hand to
partner and grand right and left
Whoop 'em up-to yer seats!'
They were having little 'hoe down"
ct Jacks cabin.
"a kind of holiday blowout" Jack
himself said.
The cabin was in a gulch in one Of
the Rockies, and the boys from Camp
Provision and White Cake gulch and
Saltillo park had como up with theil
gals to 'jine in the jubilee"
One creaky old fiddle and a cne-leg
sed fiddler on greasy pine table COM
prised the orchestra.
Old Jack kept a hotel. and one Of his
guests that night happened to be a
mild-manncred minister Of the gospel
journeying in missionary sort of q
way through the mountains, honestly
trying to pluck brands from the burn
ing" and here was q whole bonfire be-
fore his Mortified gaze.
He had descended from his garret
chamber to warn the revclers Of their
peril.
Jack met him at the stair door,
That's right, stranger" he roared.
Come right down an shake yer legl
Jine in! Be one of US! Here, ma!
Get 4 pardnor for this gent!'
''Sir, IL"
Hurry up, mn! Thc're maxim up the
next set Drag Mrs. Belts or Liz john
son in here, an give 'em . knock down
to this gent He's dyin' to crack his
heels together il the may! Hump your
self. mar'
They're dancin' three sets out In the
kitchen an all the gals is spoke fer"
cried out ''ma," . great, red-faced.
wild-eyed woman in yellow dress
with green and blue hounces and pink
"But I'll take tsrn With the stranger
myself"
"You don't know how7 Land o. resti
That don't make a mite O. difference.
ANY fool kin dance old Dan Tucker. III
slap You right through easy IS fallin'
of n logr
mo madam; never yet INDUCED in
the practice of dancing, and mover
win. and"
whats that yer givin' usP" Jack
asked, his face aflamc, while INA"
stepped back with her fists clenchcd.
"Ye don't dance, eh? You don't and
you won't, eh? Not even with ma,
lady, begosh, from way back? A lady
which is fit to adorn better society n
what you ever poked yous nose in. by
jacks! A lady which kin play on the
origin and write po'try. begoshi And
you won't dance with herP''
'.But, sir; IL"
'Not word out'n you; ma, grab
1mr'
Ma grabbed.
Jack pulled out revolver and said:
"Hey, you fiddler? Saw out Granny,
Will Yer Dog Bite?' the fastcstcst you
ever sawed it out in yer life! It's goin' to
be danced by professional. Ma waltz
him out in the middle O. the floor, and
the first break he makes to get away III
crap 'imr'
Jack raised his revolver.
Ma ''waitzed'' her trembling, white
faced partner out; the fiddler struck up
the classical air named. The other
dancers stopped "to see the funr'
Crack away, mar'
There was rush. wild whirling
around, and around, mighty bobbing
strait up and down, jump, whoop, a
mad whirl. flying of thin, black-robed
legs in the air, more whirling, bobbirg.
jumping, and whooping. and the final
dropping of limp, brcathlcss man into
q chair, where he sat staring wildly
around, gasping for breath.
Il reckon that feller won't soon for
get the timo he danced with ma," said
Jack, as his guest crawled upstairs to
hed.--Detyot Free Press.